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letters addressed to the river, iii
I do not think there will ever come a day I do not miss you.
that is love I think,
to leave someone and find that five years later you are still carrying them with you,
to halve your hearts and stitch them together into a whole that is forged (rather than born)—
I am in you as you are in me,
no matter the time or the distance between.
I still see the boy you were
in the man you are—
when you smile
a ghost comes to life,
city static morphs to pine tree songs and fresh air starlight.
Can I still be the girl I was
when holding hands
and birthday parties
meant this is love,
when my whole world was a bike ride away
and I still had the tin-can string line memorized.
Your smile says, yes,
says, remember, remember
PB&J and chocolate milk lunch
remember, remember
playground blush
remember, remember
you were all that I wanted,
all that I needed.
remember, remember
your smile brings past to present
remember, remember
Take me back to the trees.
To the starlight
and the river.
Take me back to easy smiles,
to your hand in mine—
there is magic to be found in these living memories,
they tie us together.
943 miles
I am in you as you are in me,
no matter the time or the distance between.
That is love I think,
to leave someone and find that 943 miles apart you are still carrying them with you.
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